I am a husband to a wife as I am a father to a daughter. I am categorized as a man because of my genitalia. Overall, I am sorry about misogyny. I came to realize women, as our wives and our mothers, are still being oppressed to this very day. I thought it had ended centuries ago. I thought our nation had long overcome sexism. It dawned on me that I was guilty of being a sexist. I had ignorantly participated in society’s tragedy. After twenty years of matrimony, I have yet to know my wife’s favorite color. I felt guilty because I took her for granted. I viewed her as a housewife and nothing more. I lacked to give her the compassion she very much deserved. Each and every day I came home from work, I expected a dinner to be on the table. I expected her to have the house clean and tidy. I presumed what a house wife was and expected to see that in her. I never thanked her for giving up her college education so that she could stay home and take care of our daughter. I took for granted the little things she did for me. My wife gave up so much so that I could have a proper education to work and I never thanked her for that. I have never been so much more ashamed for being a horrible and sexist husband. I have a wife who cares for me but I never bothered to thank her. Everything I expected her to do, she did out of love for me. After sixteen years of raising my daughter, it was difficult for me to apprehend that I was a sexist towards my own girl. I conformed to society and expected this girl to be a ballerina, or a model. I painted her room pink before I even knew what color she liked. I followed society’s guideline: pink is for girls and blue is for boys. As she was growing up, it never dawned to me that I should teach her football because I always thought that sport was reserved for men and women are expected to be prim and proper. I was guilty for
I am a husband to a wife as I am a father to a daughter. I am categorized as a man because of my genitalia. Overall, I am sorry about misogyny. I came to realize women, as our wives and our mothers, are still being oppressed to this very day. I thought it had ended centuries ago. I thought our nation had long overcome sexism. It dawned on me that I was guilty of being a sexist. I had ignorantly participated in society’s tragedy. After twenty years of matrimony, I have yet to know my wife’s favorite color. I felt guilty because I took her for granted. I viewed her as a housewife and nothing more. I lacked to give her the compassion she very much deserved. Each and every day I came home from work, I expected a dinner to be on the table. I expected her to have the house clean and tidy. I presumed what a house wife was and expected to see that in her. I never thanked her for giving up her college education so that she could stay home and take care of our daughter. I took for granted the little things she did for me. My wife gave up so much so that I could have a proper education to work and I never thanked her for that. I have never been so much more ashamed for being a horrible and sexist husband. I have a wife who cares for me but I never bothered to thank her. Everything I expected her to do, she did out of love for me. After sixteen years of raising my daughter, it was difficult for me to apprehend that I was a sexist towards my own girl. I conformed to society and expected this girl to be a ballerina, or a model. I painted her room pink before I even knew what color she liked. I followed society’s guideline: pink is for girls and blue is for boys. As she was growing up, it never dawned to me that I should teach her football because I always thought that sport was reserved for men and women are expected to be prim and proper. I was guilty for